[today]Sep 29th, 2007 7:06:14 am - Subscribe

as we die -
screaming
or otherwise -

diving
into that light
beyond.

and we scream
for rest,
for peace;

the anaesthetic
to sleep
and forget.

to sleep
in ignorance
of life's pain;

blissful relief
from the torture
of mortality.

what is heaven?
the afterlife,
for pure of soul?

heaven is
screaming
back out,

right back into
the light:
this life.

forced once more
to draw breath,
unable to speak.

pain -
the anaesthetic
to forget.

make our way
around the sun,
unceasing.

memory gone,
blindly turn
to the light -

believing, again
your last breath
will bring a halt.

but life
goes on.
I long to rest.

to die is not
to sleep evermore.
I'll not befriend death.

be then my
anaesthetic
in this world,

for I long
to be once more
oblivious.

[I am]frustrated.
[inspiration]reincarnation.